Thursday, April 8, 2010

If I crept over to the shared table in our office, opened a bar of milk chocolate with pretzels, scoffed half of it, noisily licking my fingers because it was one of the best chocolate flavours I've ever tasted, I mean like sweet and salty and crunchy and smooth all in one bite, and no one saw it, did the chocolate really get eaten?

Everytime I wear this shirt now, I feel like Kurt Cobain in that 1992 concert where he wore that long white wee-willy-winkie nightshirt. Perhaps next week, I'll wear a diaper to feel like Axl Rose.

In the meantime, I'm just enjoying these earrings Dianah's mother bought me from China. I love them! And I've been looking to incorporate more gold-toned metal into my jewellry collection, just cause, you know, it's fun.

This picture was taken by Mel, who initially tried to take it in front of a really old school bird shop - the kind with a million and one vector pigeons stuffed into a rusty metal cage, spewing their droppings every which way - and we got shooed off by the shop owner, so we moseyed over to the letterboxes, not twelve feet away, while he glared at us reproachfully from behind a veil of diseased sparrows.

This one was taken by Priya in HongKong Cafe, the one place we never seem to leave. I mean, have you eaten the peanut butter and jam thick toast? With the hand-ground peanut butter melting over the edges of the golden slab, languishing under a heaping spoonful of cold raspberry jelly?

I was trying to show how my patterned Alice in Wonderland tights and leopard print shoes looked together and kept sticking my leg up in the air like a peeing dog until other customers started staring at us suspiciously.

Now I know what Chip must feel like when we all cluster around and watch him whizz in the garden.

Um... I meant, you know, hypothetically. Not that my brothers and I actually do that.

No one is THAT mad.

PS I'm having some font issues - it seems to be small in some posts and gigantic in others. I just can't get it all uniform, and it's driving me nuts!

The Real Girl

I'm just about as average a girl as you're going to get. I'm not tall or thin or beautiful. I'm not good at taking photos, being interesting or looking nice. I don't have tons of money to spend on designer clothes or tons of time to go shopping for them. I'm not particularly tech savvy. But I have a smart camera and I like to write. Besides, I figure blogging is a bit like singing in the shower. It won’t affect those who don’t hear it, and those who do hear it must be pretty durn close to you anyway.